Daelyn has tried committing suicide before and failed. She has slit her wrists and she has had a lovely cocktail of bleach and ammonia and severely damaged her vocal cords and throat. She isn't fat anymore, but her silence and emotional instability still make her an outsider. Her parents move from town-to-town with every new attempt, and that doesn't help either. Neither does the therapy. And so Daelyn finds a website that will help her plan her death and serve as an outlet for her frustration. The chapter headings serve as the countdown to her death--23 days left. But even as she tries to keep everyone out, hope sneaks in. Maybe. There is a boy who won't leave her alone. And her parents keep trying to use the techniques the therapist taught them. And her antidepressants might be starting to work. And she can take the neck brace off now and eat pizza instead of blenderized food. Maybe there is hope. Maybe.
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